"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire."
I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... 
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Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

Why this unexpected feeling of disappointment? 


Then why was I feeling sad and moody? June seemed to have moved on with her life and her obsession with me, and I was suddenly feeling sorrowful?! 


When she got up and walked away, I felt a part of me break. Why did it feel like she was walking out of my life? 


For a long time, I've wanted our relationship to go back to the uncle-and-niece period of our lives filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. 


Seems my wish manifested with a glitch in our happiness. 


Or maybe I was just overthinking and needed some fresh air. 


I climbed the stairs and walked to my room, kicking my slippers off at the base of the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony. 


The cool evening wind rushed into my face as I stepped out. 


Chapter 50